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After a long day on the farm, you finally sat down with a drink in hand at the Sleeping Dragon Inn. It was hard work on your farm, but it was extremely rewarding when, at the end of the day, you were producing some good crops for the town. You had quickly formed close relationships with many of the townsfolk, especially Balor, who constantly complimented the crops he picked up from your farm. The blue haired merchant became a good friend to you, steady and kind. The two of you often got drinks together in the evening, since Balor rented a room there and you couldn’t resist the pull of a cold beer after a hard day's work.
So when Balor walked in to see you already sitting at the bar with Eiland, he couldn’t help but clench his jaw in irritation. You got along well with Eiland; the pink haired Lord was always friendly to you. Sometimes he would stop you, chatting about something relating to the museum or an artifact that he found recently, so it wasn’t necessarily out of character to run into him. Balor knew this, but it still rubbed him the wrong way. Grabbing a drink from the bar, he sat at a table near the window, watching the two of you chat happily from over his glass of red wine.
He knew that the two of you were friends, but Eiland let something slip a few weeks ago at the bar after a few drinks. He’d confessed to Balor that he had been harboring a crush on you since you arrived, gushing about how adorable it was that you asked him questions about the town and donated archeological items to the museum. Balor couldn’t do anything but play along, mumbling a “woww….” here and there while Eiland spoke, but he was struggling internally. He was much more careful, holding his crush on you close to his heart, being mindful not to let it slip to any of the gossipy townsfolk.
It was so aggravating to him, seeing you so casual with Eiland, drinking together and laughing. He wouldn’t say that he was particularly broody, but anybody else would’ve described him that way right now. Balor was a vision of grumpy, huffing and crossing his arms when Eiland put his hand on your lower back when you became slightly unsteady on your barstool. What felt like an eternity later, the two of you got up, bidding each other farewell. As soon as Eiland exited the inn, Balor stood, striding across the room with a stern look on his face.
You look up from paying your tab, face flushed from the alcohol, the wide smile on your face shrinking when the blue haired merchant approaches you.
“Balor, it’s good to see you! I was wondering if you’d be around tonight,” you greet him, unsure of how to match his energy. Something seemed… off. Typically, he’s very friendly and jovial, winking and smiling, but not tonight. His brows pressed down into an irritable expression, his jaw set as he looked at you with hard eyes. Somebody must’ve pissed him off pretty badly.
“Let me walk you home, Ari,” Balor stated, the intonation of his words flat, as if it was more a command than an offer. “It’s late.”
You nod silently, agreeing, wordlessly following Balor out of the inn. The two of you walk together in silence, him always a few steps ahead of you. He didn’t have his typical carefree gait, his stride very intentional and firm. Arriving at your home, Balor stops at the bottom of the steps of your house. You pause behind him, unsure whether to walk past him or…
Balor interrupts your thoughts. “Do you like him, Ari?”
Confusion bounces around your mind, already a little fuzzy from the drinks at the inn. One of your brows raises, the expression obvious on your face. When you don’t answer, he turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours. There was something in his expression that you couldn’t quite place, something mournful or frustrated.
“Do you like him?” He repeats himself, a bit of desperation leaking into his tone.
“What are you talking about, Balor? I don’t-”
“Eiland. Do you like him? I saw you flirting with him at the inn,” he insists, taking a step towards you.
“I- what? No, oh gods no,” you scoff, realizing that Balor was concerned about you and Eiland spending time together. He was very agitated about it, and for a moment it confused you, before it dawned on you.
“Wait, why do you care?” you ask, a slightly amused expression crossing your face. Looking at Balor again, you can see it in his body language. His expression was anxious, holding a bit of insecurity and worry. The way his weight shifted nervously as you posed the question, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side… you knew what this was.
“I- I don’t. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t being weird towards you,” he scoffed.
“Balor.. are you jealous?” You asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
“I- uh, um, no. That’s not-” The man’s face flushed red, brows furrowing more as he tripped over his words, stuttering. Instantly, he tried to deny your accusations before you stepped closer to him, shutting him up.
“I don’t like Eiland,” you tell him, your voice low. Stepping closer to him, you look up at him through your lashes, eyes soft. “He’s not my type. I like someone else.”
Things then clicked for Balor, his eyes widening, mouth parting slightly. You felt as his hand came up, sliding against your neck wordlessly. His thumb stroked the underside of your jaw as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours without a second thought. At first, he started slowly, lips tender and gentle against your own. Your hands came up to rest on his waist, brushing a bit of skin there where his shirt was slightly untucked. He breathed in a sharp breath, fingers pressing harder into the skin at your jaw. Balor’s patience dwindled quickly after this, his other hand pressing against your lower back and pressing you against him. His kisses became firmer, tongue sliding against your bottom lip and pressing into your mouth when you parted for him. Red wine filled your senses as you tasted him, the sweetness causing your knees to weaken.
He pressed into you, your feet stumbling a bit as you moved backwards till you felt your back press into the cold wall of your home, his fingers digging into your hip to hold you firmly against the stone. The two of you kissed that way for a bit, as if all of the built up tension between you finally snapped and was being dealt with. You felt his hand wandering up your side from your hip, his thumb hooking into your shirt as it pulled up slightly. Shivers went through your body, straight to your abdomen as his hand wandered over your exposed skin. A quiet moan escaped your lips when his thumb brushed against the bottom of your breast. Balor took the opportunity to kiss your cheek, pressing firm kisses there and down your jawline. You let your head drop back against the wall, your eyes closing as you felt yourself succumbing to the pleasurable feelings of his mouth on your skin.
As Balor kissed your neck and jaw, one of your hands tangled in the back of his hair. Fire raced through your veins as you heard him groan against your skin, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh. Your toes curled in your boots when he bit you, suckling at your skin to leave marks. The way he marked you was tinged with need, as if he needed to make sure others knew you weren’t available . His other hand came up, lightly gripping your jaw to hold your head in place, providing him clear access to your neck. You felt a bit trapped, but not in a way that alarmed you. It was a welcome pressure, as if he was everything and everywhere. It was comforting, and you felt your body aching for him when he pulled away, a bit disheveled and gasping.
“Ari,” he breathed, face flushed. You melted when your eyes met, his affectionate gaze sending butterflies to your abdomen. “Let’s go inside.”
You nodded, taking his hand and leading him up your porch into your home. For a moment, the two of you stood there in your living area, facing each other. The fireplace cast a warm glow across Balor’s face, before he gripped your waist again, kissing you with a new vigor. His actions were needy and almost feral, teeth crashing against yours as he moved you to the bed. Pressing you into the sheets, his hands roamed your body, pushing your shirt up and pulling it off of you. Wasting no time, his mouth found your chest, licking and sucking at the soft skin there, leaving possessive marks in its path. His tongue lapped over your right nipple, causing shivers to run down your spine to settle into your abdomen. You felt your hands come up to tangle in his hair, gripping his blue hair desperately to hold him against you. A deep groan vibrated against your tit as Balor sucked hard at your nipple, teeth grazing it, obviously enjoying your hands in his hair. One of his hands grabbed at your breast, thumb pressing over your left nipple, rubbing it with the rough pad, which elicited a whine from you. You arched into him, hand gripping his shirt before tugging at it needily. A few buttons flew off, causing you to snort and him to lean up, pulling it over his head before he returned to you.
The two of you pulled at your clothes, discarding the rest with desperate quickness, before you found yourselves back in the original position. His naked form leaned over your bare body, hand gently against your waist.
“Is this okay?” he asks, checking in with you.
“Yes, please-” you whine, your eyes meeting his. Balor smiles softly, his eyes gentle and affectionate as he nods. His hand trails down your abdomen, body leaning back as he squeezes your thigh. Anticipation makes you shiver, your toes curling as you mentally beg for him to touch you already. Balor’s hand trails down the inside of your thigh, the roughness of his palms adding to the sensation. You sigh as his fingers brush against your core, head falling back with pleasure at the feeling. He leans over you, arm reaching between your bodies to slowly rub at your clit, making sure to kiss at your cheek and neck. It feels as if he can’t get enough, his eyes meeting yours as much as he can, and when you shut your eyes, you know he’s still watching you.
Balor leans back on his heels, fingers sliding down from your clit to press at your hole. He watches you, gauging your reaction as he slowly presses his middle finger in. Your cunt clenches around him as he slowly pumps in and out, the pad of his finger pressing against that spot inside you that makes you shake slightly.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, bending to kiss your stomach. Balor kisses down your hips, a second finger pushing in to stretch you further. You can feel your thighs attempting to squeeze together, but he quickly settles in there, preventing you from closing around him. Pleasure wracks your body as his fingers move faster, curling inside you, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and sucking marks into it. Quiet whines fill the room, when his mouth unlatches from your thigh and fingers slow their motion. You can feel his soft breaths against your cunt, the sensation cool due to the wetness there.
“B-Balor, why did you stop?” you ask breathlessly, your brows knit together in confusion as you lean up to make eye contact with him. His hair is messy, a bright flush across his cheeks. An expression that seems almost shy crosses his face.
“Ari, say that you want me,” he murmurs, a bit of insecurity causing his words to have a needy edge. The tenderness of the moment makes your heart squeeze.
“Please, Balor. I want you so badly,” you whine, your left hand finding his hair to pull him up into a heated kiss. The combination of your words and kiss ignited something in him, causing him to break the kiss and settle back between your thighs. He pulls you by the waist with his firm hands, looping his arms under your legs and propping them over his shoulders.
“I want you like this, Ari,” he whispers, pressing small kisses to your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the apex. “Needing me, pleasured by me.”
Your fingers grip the sheets as his lips press against your cunt, and you hear him whisper some praises into you that you can’t quite make out. His tongue dips between your folds, tasting you, eliciting deep groans from the blue haired man.
“Oh, gods, Balor…” you whine as his tongue licks at your clit, fingers fucking you rhythmically. One of your hands tangles in his hair, causing him to suck harshly at you for a second before returning to his previous pattern. You can tell that he’s enjoying this, taking time to taste you and stroke you, rubbing the sensitive spots inside of you and gently stretching you with his fingers. Worshiping, that's the only word that matches how he eats you, how he touches you. His vacant hand splays over your stomach, slowly roaming around to explore you. When he finds your other hand, he laces your fingers together, squeezing gently. A raw, overwhelming affection nestles into your chest, causing your heart to clench.
His fingers pick up speed, fucking you quickly as his tongue flattens to lick steadily over your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, tension tightening in your abdomen.
“Balor, I’m.. I’m so close…” you moan, hand tightening in his hair. This seems to invigorate him, keeping that steady motion and finger fucking you the slightest bit faster. The consistent movements push you over the edge, and your climax hits you hard, your grip on his hair pushing him against your cunt as you ride out your orgasm on his face.
When he finally pulls away, you can see his blissed out expression and his cock, hard and straining, leaking precum against the planes of his abdomen. Desperately, you reach up and grab him by the neck to crash your mouths together. The taste of yourself on his tongue is intoxicating, and you can feel him slot between your thighs. His cock slides against your wet cunt, and you feel him shudder against you.
He pulls away from the kiss, one arm bracing himself on the side of your head, the other reaching down to position himself at your entrance. Balor looks into your eyes, maintaining intense eye contact as he pushes his hips forward. The head of his cock slips into you, and you gasp, arms circling his neck to pull him against you. Slowly, his hips buck in shallow thrusts, before sheathing himself completely inside you. Balor groans, forehead falling against your shoulder, his movements stilling.
“F-fuck, Ari. You feel so good,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the front of your shoulder. He pulls out a bit, before thrusting back into you with a slight whimper. The movements start gently at first, but as his hands find your head, tangling in your hair to keep your head still, the intensity builds. The two of you keep eye contact, as if he can’t stop looking at you.
The sound of skin slapping fills the room, his thrusts slow and hard, rhythmic. His jaw clicks, clenching down. You can’t help but whine, squeezing around him as he fucks you. He pulls back, hands looping under your thighs to rest your knees over his shoulders as he sighs out. The new angle makes your toes curl, watching as Balor kisses the inside of your knee and thighs. His mouth drops open, watching you with half lidded eyes, his gaze wandering over your body and pausing where he enters you. He watches himself fuck you for a moment, before groaning and dropping over you again. Your legs stay hooked over his shoulders, pressing into you so Balor can fuck you deeply. His hand grips your chin as his pace increases, the intensity of his thrusts never faltering. The two of you make eye contact again, causing you to whine under him. It’s as if nothing else in the world exists at this moment except for Balor and you, connected in a way that feels sacred. His free hand finds yours, your fingers intertwine and he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles as he fucks you.
“I want you to be mine, Ari. Say you’re mine,” he demands, thrusting roughly into you. His eyes never leave yours, such earnest need and desire pooling in his gaze. You nod desperately, panting and whining as his cock hits deeply inside you. Balor shakes his head, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “I wanna hear you say it, please.”
His need strikes you deeply in your core, and you can tell he’s getting close with how quickly he’s thrusting into you now. “I-I’m yours, I want you too,” you groan, brows furrowing.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, his hand dropping from your chin to snake down between you to rub at your clit again. Balor breathes harshly, face flushed. “Cum again for me.” It sounds like a request, but you know it’s more of a demand, that he won’t let himself finish until you do. His thumb circles your clit as he fucks you hard, thrusting into you desperately. All of the sensation crashes over you as you spasm around his cock, cumming hard. He fucks you through your orgasm before quickly pulling out, pumping his cock and spilling over your stomach and cunt with a deep groan. His eyes never leave yours as he cums, his teeth clenching as he catches his breath.
The two of you pause in this position for a moment, before he drops beside you. Silence settles between you, comfortable as you both come down from the intensity. You feel him lean over you to grab his ruined shirt, using it to clean you gently. He drops back against your side, shifting closer to you. One of his hands slides over your waist, pulling you against him. Balor presses kisses to your cheek and jaw, mumbling a ‘good night’ before closing his eyes. You can't help but follow suit, exhaustion settling deep into your bones. For a moment, you wonder what this means for your relationship, and you smile as you recall his confession, allowing yourself to relax against him and fall into a deep sleep.